Kojou felt something bounce off his back, and a near immediate apology that came with it which cooled his temper just about as quickly as it spiked. The guy that pumped into him had a rocker-ish look to him, at least that's what Kojou got from the spiky silver hair (clearly dyed) and the guitars he was carrying-that's while ignoring the cigarette smell too. If he had to guess, the dude was a little bit taller than himself...no more than five centimeters though. The man was clearly paying more attention to his instruments than he was to Kojou.
Kojou nudged the guy, just to get a bit of attention. " Gimme a cig and if I don't hear you suck with those things later on we can call it even." Normally Kojou would have put his foot through a guitar to catch his attention. In fact, if the guy didn't respond to his rough attempt of piece, Kojou intended to do just that. After all, Kojou wasn't going to quit having fun just because he had to last a certain amount of time...he just had to give a warning or so first.
"If ya wanna do me a real solid, play the second tough guy and then two of us could scare the punks in our way without having to waste time on dealing with the crowd itself. Neither of us has to wait, you don't have to worry about people bumping your guitars and personally I don't feel like grinding people's faces into concrete right now." Well Kojou wasn't exactly telling the truth about not wanting to start a fight just yet (anyone could see that). He was actually waiting to see what exactly the rules of the camp were so he could meet his deadline. After he knew that, he'd break rule as he saw fit but for now he'd settle for looking merciful or lazy instead of weak.